C1223 Luckily It Was Just a Dream
C1223 Luckily It Was Just a Dream
Her neck was currently next to Lee Nanfang's mouth.
If he had opened his mouth, he would have bitten through her arteries.
She was taking a risk.
It was a gamble.
She bet that Lee Nanfang wouldn't dare to bite her to death, otherwise, he would have to bear the consequences.
She won the bet.
He heard what she wanted to hear the most, "I swear by my mistress that I will absolutely submit to Sui Yueyue. If there is disobedience, Mistress — it is forsaken by the Gods. "
Strictly speaking, being abandoned by the Gods could not be considered an oath.
But Sui Yueyue was already very satisfied.
All the nerves in her body relaxed as she let out a flirtatious laugh, stuck out her tongue and licked his earlobe, "Idiot, I was just joking with you, and you're serious too? I love you so much, how could I force you to swear on my most respected mistress? "
Lee Nanfang didn't say anything. He just looked at Alice, who was walking over.
After he swore in the name of his mistress, it was as if he had expended all his energy.
If his entire body wasn't in a "earth" shape and was firmly held down by the four iron chains, he would have collapsed to the ground.
As long as it didn't involve his wife, anything he said could be nonsense.
Just like how Sui Yueyue said it was a joke.
"Alright, don't be angry."
Sui Yueyue leaned back and left him, giggling as she said, "We've both missed you for so long."
As soon as she finished speaking, the music that had stopped unknowingly began to play again.
The term 'corruption' was not only used to describe women.
It was the same for men.
"Ha, ha, ha. "Come on, Sui Yueyue, let me see what other abilities you have!"
Lee Nanfang laughed hysterically, like a black dragon that couldn't be seen, he walked through the twisted cave. After seeing a bright spot, he suddenly accelerated.
He flew out of the cave.
Under the vast sky.
Blue sky, white clouds.
A light breeze.
Very easily, the wild laughter was dispersed by the wind. It transformed into tens of thousands of strands that blew off into the distance.
It also blew away Yue Zitong's dream.
Just now, in her dream, she had once again dreamed of Lee Nanfang.
Lee Nanfang was laughing.
However, the smile on his face was somewhat strange. It didn't seem like a smile, but more like a cry.
Not only that, he was much shorter.
It was like a pair of legs had been chopped off.
She looked at his leg — stunned.
She didn't see Lee Nanfang's calves!
His lower leg broke from the knee down, causing blood to continuously spurt out.
However, Lee Nanfang didn't seem to feel anything, he just stood in the pool of blood with his broken leg and couldn't stop laughing.
"Nanfang, wh-where's your leg!?"
Yue Zitong's mouth was wide open. After being stunned for a while, she asked with a raspy voice.
"Ha, haha."
Lee Nanfang was still laughing, but his laughter was even worse than crying: "I was sawed off, I was sawed off!"
Without waiting for Yue Zitong to say anything, he suddenly lifted his broken leg, walked up to her, and grabbed her hand. "Aunt, my leg hurts, it hurts!"
"What happened? Who cut off your leg?"
Yue Zitong screamed as she flipped over and sat up, "Who is it!"
Before he could finish his shout, Lee Nanfang, whose legs were covered in blood, disappeared.
The afternoon sun, slanting through the window on the red floor, was as smooth as if it had just been waxed.
"So, this is a dream."
Patting her chest, Yue Zitong closed her eyes and slowly leaned against the headboard.
Cold sweat trickled down his forehead.
It was just a dream.
But why was it that Lee Nanfang's wild laughter and hysterical screams still echoed faintly in Yue Zitong's ears like demonic music, causing her to be unable to calm down?
A short rest in the afternoon for half an hour, can effectively alleviate skin aging, to help the afternoon mental state full.
This was a good habit. As long as it was a girl that loved to be beautiful, she would have it all.
Yue Zitong, who was more beautiful than most girls, urged her to keep this good habit up until she was eighty — hoping that fifteen years later, she would still be as beautiful as ever.
Yue Zitong, who had been out of bed for at most fifteen years and had already walked up to the dressing table, looked at the peerless beauty in the mirror and thought that she would turn into an old hag. She then started to clench her teeth out of habit.
Her gritting caused Helan Xiaoxin to wake up from her nap, which lasted more than two hours every time.
Although the big wedding on June 10th had become a joke that the aristocrats would have no choice but to share, one thing no one could change. That was, Helan Xiaoxin had been living in the Yue Clan ever since.
Other than the Yue Clan, Helan Xiaoxin had nowhere else to go.
Even though she had already been personally declared by Old Man He Lan, and had returned into the warm embrace of Helan Family …
Sister Xin knew very well that all she received was status.
But she was satisfied.
After a shocking big wedding, Holan Fusu's biggest competitor, Helan Qunxing, was heavily stepped on.
If he hadn't been in a hopeless situation since then, he wouldn't have been able to get up and catch up with Jack — well, he probably wouldn't have been able to catch up with Fu Su for three days.
As long as Fu Su could become the Patriarch of Helan Family, so what if the whole world mocked Sister Xin?
Even if he would have to serve Yue Zitong all his life, waiting to be ordered by her at any time.
Helan Xiaoxin woke up from her stupor and closed her eyes. She then asked lazily, "I'm fine. Why are you gritting your teeth?"
Yue Zitong, who had just gotten off the bed, walked over to the dressing table and indifferently replied, "I gritted my teeth. Of course it was because I hated him."
"Do you still hate Scumbag Lee?"
Helan Xiaoxin buried the pillow against her face and advised, "There's really no need for that. Didn't he see through us to give him a chance to escape? Don't worry. There will be plenty of chances in the future. "In any case, there will always be a long way to go."
Yue Zitong interrupted her, "Just now, I had a dream."
"You must have dreamed of him again?"
Helan Xiaoxin's voice came from under the pillow and became even more delicate and powerless, "Sigh, it's very normal for an adult Young Women to dream of being a man. but I think you -- "
The second time, Yue Zitong interrupted her, "Who are you referring to as the older Young Women?"
"You are only twenty-three, of course not. I'm talking about me. "
Hearing Yue Zitong's unkind tone, Helan Xiaoxin threw her pillow to the side and turned over on her bed. "You look pale, as if this isn't a good dream. In the dream, is he being stubborn again, rather than give in to our rule? "
"I dreamt his legs were cut off."
Yue Zitong was not as excited as usual when talking about ruling Lee Nanfang. Instead, she looked solemn as she said, "He is standing in a pool of blood. He held my hand and laughed crazily. Aunt, my leg hurts. It hurts."
When she spoke later, her voice was laced with a distinct sinister air.
Helan Xiaoxin couldn't help but feel goosebumps all over her body. She stopped her feet that she was using as a substitute and sat up.
"Fortunately, this is just a dream."
Yue Zitong stuck out her tongue and licked her dry lips. She stood up and walked to the bedside and picked up the glass of water. After drinking it all in one gulp, her face became better.
"It must be a dream."
Helan Xiaoxin raised her hand and rubbed her nose. She wanted to smile lightly, but the smile was forced and she said, "I really can't think of anyone who can cut off that guy's legs." "But it's strange, why would you have such a dream?"
"Who knows."
Yue Zitong let out a long breath. "Phew, maybe it was because I was angry at that fellow for running so fast that I wished both his legs had been chopped off? "If that's the case, no matter how much he wants to run, he won't be able to. He can only obediently stay by my aunt's side and serve me as he pleases."
"They serve us both."
Helan Xiaoxin corrected him, "Every time you say something, you ignore my existence."
Yue Zitong looked at her. "What, you're not satisfied?"
"Of course not."
Helan Xiaoxin raised her hands in a gesture of surrender.
"Hmph, as long as you know."
Yue Zitong snorted lightly and purposely took the whip when she put it down.
Helan Xiaoxin lowered her head and said something while curling her lips.
"Keep standing up straight. I'm going to work."
Yue Zitong had just changed her clothes and put on her shoes when she heard hurried footsteps coming from outside.
The only person who came to the backyard without Yue Zitong's permission was her bodyguard, Wang Yang.
However, during Yue Zitong's lunch break, if there was nothing too important, she wouldn't disturb him.
The sound of footsteps as he walked would not be so fast.
"Could it be that something really happened?"
Yue Zitong's heart immediately tightened as she turned around to look at the bed.